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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.