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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.