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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.