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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.