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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.