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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.