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 Comoros and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.