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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.