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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.