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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.