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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.