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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.