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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Television,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.