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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 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 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.