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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.