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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.