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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
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.