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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.