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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Mars,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.