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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
The Fall,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.