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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.