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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Section 25,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.