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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.