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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Zapp,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.