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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.