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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Nas,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.