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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Can,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.