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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.