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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.