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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Can,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.