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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.