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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.