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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.