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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.