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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.