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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.