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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
MC5,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.