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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.