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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.