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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.