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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.