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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.