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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.