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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.