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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
John Cale,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.