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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
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.