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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Swans,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.