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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.