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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.