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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.