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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.