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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.