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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.