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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.