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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.