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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.