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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.