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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
the Human League,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.