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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.