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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.