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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.