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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
The Index,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.