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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.