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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.