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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.