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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.