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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Index,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.