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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.