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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Technova to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.