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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.