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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.