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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.