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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.