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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.