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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Can,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.