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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slits to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.