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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.