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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.