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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.