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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.