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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
JFA,
the Normal,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.