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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.