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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Monks,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.