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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.