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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Fall to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Quantec,
The Names,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.