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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.