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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.