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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.