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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.