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 Comoros 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.