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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.