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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.