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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.