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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.