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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.