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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
UT,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.