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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.