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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.