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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
UT,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.