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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
June Days,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.