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 India and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.