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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.