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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.