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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Visage,
Fear,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.