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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.