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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.