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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Martian,
Wire,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.