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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Names,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.