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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.