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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.