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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.