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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.