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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.