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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.