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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.