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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.