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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.