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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.