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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.