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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Monks,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.