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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.