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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.