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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.