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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.