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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.