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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.