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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.