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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.