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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Television,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.