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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.