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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.