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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.