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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.