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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.