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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Scion,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Wire,
MDC,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.