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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 the Association 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.