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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.