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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Television,
Technova,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Saints,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.