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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Monks,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.