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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Aswad,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.