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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.