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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
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.