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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.