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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.