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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.