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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.