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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.