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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.