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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.