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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.