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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.