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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.