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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.