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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Faust,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.