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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.