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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.