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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.