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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Shoche 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.