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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.