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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.