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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Chrome,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.