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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.