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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.