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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.