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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.