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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Japan,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.