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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
New Order,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.