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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.