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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.