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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.