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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Television,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.