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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.