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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.