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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.