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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.