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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.