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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.