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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.