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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.