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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.