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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.