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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Nico,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Q65,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.