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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Slave,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.