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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Brick,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.