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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.