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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.