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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.