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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.