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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.