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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.