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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.