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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.