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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.