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 Canada 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Television,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.