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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.