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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.