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 Oman and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Scion to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.