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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.