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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.