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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.