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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.