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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.