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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.