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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.