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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.