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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Crime,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Magma,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.