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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.