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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.