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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Index,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.