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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.