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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.