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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.