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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.