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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.