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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
MDC,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.