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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.