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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.