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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.