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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Can,
X-101,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.