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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.