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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.