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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.