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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.