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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Wire,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.