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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.