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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.