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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.