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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Slave,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.