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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.