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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.