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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.