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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Index,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.