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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.