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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
June Days,
Wings,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.