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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Can,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.