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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.