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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.