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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.