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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
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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.