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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
the Association,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.