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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
MDC,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.