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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
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.