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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.