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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Smog,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.