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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.