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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.