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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.