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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.