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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.