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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.