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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 T. Rex 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
DNA,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.