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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.