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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Smog,
MC5,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.