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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.