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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.