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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.