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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.