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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.