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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Brick,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.