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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.