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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.