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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Can,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.