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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.