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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.