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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.