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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.