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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
the Germs,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.