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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.