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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.