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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
X-101,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.