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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.