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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.