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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.