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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.