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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.