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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.