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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.