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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.