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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.