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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.