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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.