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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Suicide,
Slave,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.