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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.