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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
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.