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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.