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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.