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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.