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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.