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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.