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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.