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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.