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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Associates,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.