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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.