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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.