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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.