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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.