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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.