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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 theremin 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.