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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.