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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Fugs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.