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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.