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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.