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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.