Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.