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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.