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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.