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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.