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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.