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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.