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 Peru 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.