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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.