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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.