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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.