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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.