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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Brick 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
CMW,
Crime,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.