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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.