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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
PIL,
10cc,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.