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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Magazine,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Index,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.