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 Saudi Arabia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.