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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.