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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.