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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.