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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
New Order,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.