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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Searchers to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.