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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.