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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.