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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
MDC,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.