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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.