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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.