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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.