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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.