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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.