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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.