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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
DNA,
Section 25,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.