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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.