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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
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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.