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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
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 808 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.