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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.