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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.