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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
cv313,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.