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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.