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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.