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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.