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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.