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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
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.