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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.