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 Austria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.