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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.