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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.