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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.