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 Andorra and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.