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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.