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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.