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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.