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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.