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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.