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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.