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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.