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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.