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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.