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 Brunei and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.