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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.