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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Q65,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.