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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.