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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.