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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Chrome,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
New Order,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.