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 Togo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.