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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.