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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
CMW,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.