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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.