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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.