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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.