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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.