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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.