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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.