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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Pylon,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.