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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.