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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.