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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.