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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.