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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Motorama,
CMW,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.