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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.