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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Unwound,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.