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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
New Order,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.