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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Index,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.