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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.