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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.