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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.