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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Ituana,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.