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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.