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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.