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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.