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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.