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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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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.