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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.