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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.