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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.