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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.