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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.