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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.