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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.