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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.