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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Byrd 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.