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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Television,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.