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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.