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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.