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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sixth Finger 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.