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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.