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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.