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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Lyres,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Scion,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.