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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.