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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.