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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 CMW to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.