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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.