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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Nas,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.