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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.