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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.