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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.