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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.