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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.