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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.