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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Slave,
AZ,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.