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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.