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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.