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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.