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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.