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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
ABC,
Wings,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
X-101,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.