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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.