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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.