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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.