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 France and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.