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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.