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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Television,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.