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 Greece and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
PIL,
AZ,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.