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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.