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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.