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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.