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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.