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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.