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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.