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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.