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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Organ,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.