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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Can,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.