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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.