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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.