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 Georgia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.