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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.