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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.