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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.