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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.