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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.