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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.