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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.