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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.