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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Index,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.