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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.