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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.