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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.