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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.