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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.