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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.