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 Italy 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 cv313 to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.