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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.