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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.