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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Echospace,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.