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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Smoke to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.