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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.