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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.