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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.