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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.