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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.