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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.