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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Franke,
10cc,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.