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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.