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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.