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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.