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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.