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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.