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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.