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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.