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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.