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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.