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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.