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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.