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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.