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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.