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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.