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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.