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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Nas,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.