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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.