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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.