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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Technova,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.