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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.