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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
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Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.