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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.