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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.