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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.