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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.