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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Slave,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.