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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.