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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.