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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Inner City,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.