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 Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.