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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.