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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
10cc,
Model 500,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.