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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
June Days,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.