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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Zeros 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.