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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.