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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.