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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.