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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.