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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.